Mothers Day Brunch, Open to all

[was_a_hunter]

Who: Mary Winchester, everyone
When: Mothers Day
Where: Parlor
Summary: Mary decided to prepare a mothers day party for everyone in the manor.
Rating: T
Warnings: None as of yet.

Anyone who had been looking for Mary the previous day and night would have been sorely disappointed. Particularly since she only allowed herself short naps while cooking everything to prepare for today. Had Dean been there, she would have had help with everything from cooking to tasting...mostly tasting, but she felt that she did okay alone.

She's standing next to the open doors in a pale pink dress with matching flats, paper hearts taped to the doors to show exactly where the brunch was being held.

As soon as everyone walks in, it's clear just how much work went into the place. Most of the regular furniture was either missing, or against the wall, as well as three tables with various foods and the fireplace had a small fire in it, just enough to offset the soft sound of rain tapping the glass. Positioning a few dining tables and chairs in the center and making sure there was soft soothing music being played just completed the feel. After the last bit, they all needed a chance to unwind and she'd needed to blow off some stress with baking. She may have had to use every cooking device in the manor, but it worked out for everyone in the end.

The first table held the meats and main entree's. Roasted chicken, turkey, ham...and for those with more particular tastes, a dish of hamburger patties and hot dogs with the appropriate bread and condiments beside it.

The second table, it could only be called a salad bar. Small cubes of cheese, salad fixings, and bottles of dressing occupied one half of the table, while the other half had a few side dishes.

The third table though...that was her pride and joy. Desserts. Chocolate cake with chocolate frosting, pies of every basic flavor, cheesecake, and a dish full of various cookies.

She'd wanted to make more, but with such little time and no help, she had already been pushing it. She had just been lucky that the meat didn't need too much maintenance, only the rest of it.

Locking the doors in place, she waited for anyone that decided to join her...even if it wasn't many though, she could store the food and it would serve as snacks and meals for a few days.

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[andsuddenlydynamite]

After the chaotic events of earlier in the week, Gokudera had more or less taken to sleeping in... a lot. His schedule for the week thus far hadn't consisted of much more than eat, sleep, pee, shower, sleep again and hope everything stops hurting next time he woke up. Even now he wasn't quite out of his caveman-like mindset. He hobbled in much like he did the first time he and Mary met- half-asleep and in nothing but his pajama pants with a couple sticks of dynamite in the waistband. Only this time he was pretty bandaged up too, not that that really seemed to faze him.

He stood in the doorway... just staring at all the food. The only bits of coherent thought summed up as variations of 'Hungry. Food is here. This is not where food usually is. Why is food here?' and 'Do I eat this?'

[was_a_hunter]

Looking up from where she was re-organizing the silverware (It all had to be perfect), she paused as she saw Gokudera standing there. ...The poor child, was there really any time that she saw him when he was okay?

"Hayato..." Are you okay? Do you need help? Can I get you a plate? There were so many things she wanted to ask him, but all that she could do was muster a small smile. "I was wondering when you'd make it down here."

[andsuddenlydynamite]

Oh.

Her.

Well, that explained a shitload. Slowly coming back into the realm of consciousness, he plastered his usual scowl on his face.

"Subete no kono diavoloè tutta questa merda nande-?"Ah, right, as handy as that translation-thing was it didn't work if you couldn't figure out what language you're speaking in the first place. He ran a hand over his face buying himself another moment to wake up before speaking again, "What the hell is all this shit for?"

[was_a_hunter]

...Italian?

Great, one of the languages she couldn't understand...Oh good, back to English. But that only led to another problem...she remembered his mother issues, and the last thing she wanted was him getting pissed today. A white lie never hurt anyone, right?

"I just thought we could all use a little break after everything." It was 50% true anyway.

[andsuddenlydynamite]

Italian and probably some of the worst butchery of the Japanese language the world has ever know. But shh, you heard nothing.

He looked over the set-up looking honestly perplexed as to why anyone would waist their time on such a thing. He had to hold his tongue for another moment to practice the words in his head before he spoke them, being bilingual sucked ass after sleeping for about a day and a half.

"'The hell's in it for you?"

[was_a_hunter]

And this is a sigh. Really, he believed too much that she needed to get something out of anything she does.

"Noth--...Well, yes. There's something in it for me...the satisfaction of knowing that I had a hand in helping everyone relax. Now please, get a plate and feel free to help yourself. You look far too thin."

And hurt and this was the best way she could coddle you without getting HERSELF hurt.

[andsuddenlydynamite]

"I can make my own damn food...."

The teen curled his shoulders in a defensive slouch, with his returning consciousness, came the memory of the last time he saw her... when he had essentially slammed her in the face and gunned it right out of there. While he would pull out his own tongue before admitting it, he felt bad. He had just been having another episode where he was being an idiot and reading too much into things, then flipped his shit.

He took a tentative step back, ready to just turn and leave. He didn't get why she was so nice to people, at least not to him at least. He didn't deserve it.

Short tag...is short.

[was_a_hunter]

Almost as if knowing his intention, she took a half step towards him before pausing.

"Please wait... I know you can make your own food, but...it seems like such a waste if you don't have even a little of this."

She wasn't sure how much he'd care, but she knew everything else that she wanted to say would just make him mad. And really, without her boys here? She was only that much more determined to get closer to him.

Long enough for me~

[andsuddenlydynamite]

"tch!" He turned his head off to the side, huffing a bit, "I ain't the only one here, someone else will eat it! I ain't even hungry!"

Of course, this is the best time for his stomach to let out a long loud grumble in protest to his words. The teen's face instantly sours... moreso than it was before... and he looks at her to gauge her response to that. Though, the dead giveaway his stomach provided essentially was a white flag for him. He was friggin' starving, food smelled good, and his gut just betrayed his bluff.

[notkinkypatch]

After locking himself in his room once the clusterfuck that was way too kinky for his liking had ended and submerging himself in cigarette therapy to combat the smell of the mines and the earth and the coiling heat that felt like it would never leave him, Badou could use a distraction from unfunny inner monologues.
So this in mind his feet lazily carried him downstairs with the intent to totally veg out with a kung fu movie and possibly fall asleep and stay asleep this time in a big comfy chair, unbothered. And thanks to not checking the feed for Mary's heads up Badou will walk in blindl- er. Damn.

What he found was not a Bruce Lee movie special but what appeared to be a pretty swanky party in the works judging by the delicious smells making his nose twitch and, after a moment of gawking at the godly spread, he noticed the cheery woman standing by the doors in greeting. Nice detective work, Nails.
He stood there at the threshold like a big dork, his eye flickering to the cute little sign she'd obviously put heart into as he tucked an unlit cigarette in the corner of his mouth. He cocked an eyebrow at the hostess with the mostess, gathering his thoughts. Mother's day, huh? Someone who'd never had one to begin with couldn't really feel the sting of absence, could they?

"Man, is it adoption day already? And here I forgot to change my socks, shit.” Make no mistake Badou /was/ trying to be a little shit but his tone is light, teasing, his big dumbass mouth doesn’t mean any harm. He’d seen Mary around before, sure, vaguely, but she looked pretty young to have kids…

“Did your brats slave away fer all this? You’ve got ‘em with an iron fist, thatta girl. Er ma’am. Marm. S'impressive.”

[was_a_hunter]

She'd been around enough people he to recognize lighthearted teasing, and really, that was the only reason that she wasn't taking even mild offense to his choice of words.

...Not until he called her children brats.

"They're not brats...and no, they're not here anymore." She refused to dwell on the fact that she'd been told that her youngest died, not today. "I did this, I figured we all deserved a chance to relax and have a decent meal for once...specially with so many of us missing our loved ones."

Shaking her head, she flashed him as bright a smile as she could muster. This was a happy day, not a sad one.

"If they'd been here though, I can guarantee at least my eldest would have been helping. Please, come in and help yourself...I'm certainly not going to eat this all by myself."

[notkinkypatch]

Fucking christ of COURSE her kids weren't here Badou you stupid- he'd only remembered a few little uns' running around lately and with no mama bear in sight, least of all this one. Talk about foot in mouth syndrome; that proverbial foot of his was so far down his throat at this it was unreal.

Badou allowed himself some minimal cringing at the lack of having a goddamn PR specialist for these kinds of stupid things he says and barreled right ahead with a weak chuckle. "Ahhh, I always heard the kids were the ones that whipped out the grub fer these kinds'a things, y'know like in the movies. Bet they wouldn't letcha lift a finger anyhow. But uh..."
He rolled the cigarette with his teeth, a nervous habit really, buying him time to grapple with what to say. He didn't really have a family so it wasn't like he knew what she was talking about, but free food was free food...what was his karma rate up to these days? Ah to hell with it, a hard boiled guy had to survive.

"This is real sweet of you an' shit so...you kick ass, mama bear." That sounded alright. Shuffle shuffle.

[was_a_hunter]

Adjusting a plate...that really didn't need it, she turned away with a wistful smile. It was stupid, it was just a day like any other...but she wanted her babies here with her. Human, Demon, or Vampire, she didn't care right now...she just missed them. "Dean would have told me to sit down while he did everything...my babies really are the sweetest." Never mind that her youngest had mistaken her for his dead girlfriend. We don't talk about that.

...Mama bear...she kind of liked that.

"Yes, well. It was nice to cook something other than breakfast. I don't mind, but the same thing gets a little boring eventually. I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name."

[notkinkypatch]

Welp he waited for her to move away from the plates before he fetched an empty one and started eyeballing the nearest dish full of delicious chicken. Fuck, how long had it been since he'd had digs this good? Oh yeah that's right, forever.

Her tone, the nostalgic, fond way in which she mentioned her kid (Dean, that sounded familiar...) was really. He couldn't quite put his finger on the foreign emotion but it wasn't like those overbearing parents that shove their kids Polaroids under your nose and expect you to give a fuck about their macaroni picture frame or how quickly the kid could take a solid shit. Wasn't half bad. "Hmm, sounds like the kinda kid you can count on to keep your pension to yourself," Badou finally deduced with a wry smirk.

Taking a healthy heapful of chicken as he was bidden, clacking the iron tongs together thoughtfully, he shrugged at her words. "Food? Boring? Never, man! Er, marm. There's nothin' like gorgin' yourself on stuff like this after a bunch of crazy shit." Oh yeah, his name, that would probably be good to impart.

"I'm Badou. Badou Nails, hard boiled info broker extraordinaire!" Be very afraid, he'd been waiting to use his usual introduction for awhile. "If you ever need some dirt on some fucker, I'm your guy. An' you are? I probably can't get away with callin' ya mama bear forever."

[was_a_hunter]

Moving from the table, she set about adjusting table cloths and making sure the curtains were pulled back prettily. She wasn't ignoring him though, she heard every word he said. Turning back to him with a small smile, she shrugged her shoulders as she chuckled somewhat sadly. "That only applies when you have a pension. When you have my life though, that's not exactly an option." Not that she thought either of her boys would do that to her. At the very least, Dean doted on her like she was a dainty princess.

"Not boring, just...usual. When I was at home, breakfast had a little more variety since it was only made for three people. When I make it here though, I usually have to make a little of everything." On the mornings that she felt like it anymore. Before, she had company in the mornings...now, it just reminded her of how lonely she's become.

Brightening slightly at his name, she turned to face him properly. It's a pleasure, Mr. Nails. Mary Winchester, if you ever need anything prepared, particularly desserts, you're welcome to ask at any time." Truth be told, she was bored as hell. At least she'd have something to do.

[notkinkypatch]

He watched her trot this way and that to manage the neat little details, then took that as his cue to stuff his face, chewing thoughtfully. "God damn this is good." He mumbled around his mouthful and made little pleased sounds and only then did he snap outta it, its not just him and the meat against the world, Mary was speaking. Badou cocked a hip against the table because hes a lazy shit, info broker senses tingling at her words. No pension, a life like hers. Her skills clearly didn't merely lay in kickass food, judging by her tone it wasn't something she enjoyed with that white picket fence.
"Oh yeah? As saintly as you obviously are fer this shindig, I don't get the feelin' you're a church mouse-y type. Business or pleasure?"

Chomping away, he managed a bit of a chuckle at that. "Just think of it as culinary art school fer crazy fuckers in the shitty pocket dimension of some girls' moldy jeans. Or food therapy. You've gotta be makin a shitton of meat shield- allies that way. Man, I can't imagine havin' the energy, cookin' fer one an' two was enough fer me." Who was the dumbass that said making the best of shit like this was what life was all about? A dumbass who probably had servants to do that shit. Dick.

Badou's eye widened, startled, oh, respect, is that what it felt like, this wondrous feeling? Said beady little eye darted to aforementioned desserts in want before focusing on Mary. "Uh y-you can just call me-, er, likewise." He cracked a sheepish, slightly ruffled smile. "An rob ya blind just like that? Hell naw, I'd haveta pay ya back, naturally."

[was_a_hunter]

"It doesn't matter anymore." Mainly because it was complicated.

Other than a small smile, she doesn't give an indication that she heard his quiet compliment. She couldn't let his other comment sit though. Lifting her head to look over at him, it's clear that she's a little disappointed in his choice of words. "Oh...you're one of the ones that doesn't like it here. Aren't you?" Yes, she actually liked this place and was in no real hurry to leave. As far as she was concerned, the author did her a huge favor by bringing her here.

As far as she was concerned, it would be better if the rest of her family was brought here...but she would just make do until that time.

feel free to ignore if it's been too long?! :'D

[artificialflower]

Once most of the people have come and gone and the place is no longer crowded, a very grumpy and very unsure looking young man slinks in. Kanda remembers being promised noodles or at least something nice tasting, and the woman had seemed cool enough, so he turned up in the end.

He definitely looks like he feels out of place, though. After all, even if he was told he can still come, this is a 'mother' day's celebration.

Never too late~

[was_a_hunter]

Unfortunately for Kanda, she hadn't had a chance to try her hand at the noodles yet. She had limited time to prepare everything for this and no time for errors. His noodles would come though.

Sitting in a chair, her head was rest on the table as she was finally getting a well deserved nap. It didn't last though, not as soon as she heard a late arrival entering the room. Opening her eyes, she was slightly surprised to see Kanda standing there. Sitting upright, she gave a short cough, embarrassed to have been caught in such a state.

"I didn't think I'd be seeing you here..."

<3

[artificialflower]

Kanda apparently didn't think the situation was embarrassing in any way, though. He tended to doze off when he was bored regardless of the place he was in anyway, so he couldn't really judge someone else for having a break. So he just calmly waited until the woman looked awake enough to talk to.

"You invited me," he reminded bitterly, and that was mostly true; back home he'd usually end up attending those gatherings he hated just because it was something like 'supposed to'. And there was food. Home made meals were always better than whatever the Manor would throw up and Kanda himself was pretty fuckterrible in the kitchen.

He casually looked over the leftovers and a bit hesitantly picked up a few pieces of radish.

[was_a_hunter]

Yawning into her hand, she gave him a short nod. "I know I did, I wasn't sure if you'd show up though." If anything, she expected him to raid the kitchen afterwords. Technically, she'd invited the whole manor. It was a good thing they didn't show up though...food had been running out at a rapid pace. If she was still here to do this next year, she was going to be recruiting help.

"I'm sorry that I haven't had a chance to attempt those noodles for you yet. Putting all of this together took most of yesterday and last night." Experimental food had no place with what she was almost positive that she could cook.

[artificialflower]

"I can just get whatever," Kanda grumbled with a shrug and looked around for means to make tea. He did sound a little bit disappointed, though, even if he apparently didn't think it was a big deal. He eventually picked up a mug and a teapack, and headed for what looked like a thermos of hot water, looking over the remains on the table on the way.

"You really know this stuff." Was being good at making food also a part of being 'mother' or something?

[was_a_hunter]

She felt bad that she couldn't make what he wanted, but there wasn't much that she could do about it right now. "I promise, I'll try it soon. Maybe after I've gotten some sleep and things calm down a little." That thing being her emotions. She didn't know what she'd been thinking...this hadn't filled the gap she was feeling, it only made it worse."

Taking a sip from her own cup of cooled tea, she shrugged slightly. "Eating out may have been an occasional option when I first got married...but when you have little ones, it just turns into a headache. Besides, I always liked cooking for my family...it was just...normal." With enough practice, you actually got to be pretty damned good at it. She still couldn't cook anything too fancy, but they got by well enough.

[artificialflower]

Kanda looked a little thoughtful as he fixed the tea and sat down, bitterly glaring down a sandwich before finally taking it. "Calm down?" he inquired, sounding more surprised than interested, and sniffed the cheese a little suspiciously. He just understood that there was a lot of food and a kind of an occasion... for 'mothers', nonetheless. He didn't understand how it was supposed to cause stress. Maybe making everything did it. Sure.

"Ah," he just grumbled, realizing that he had absolutely no clue about this kind of normal, if it really was that, and took a bite.

[was_a_hunter]

"Calm down." Taking a little bite of croissant, she chose her next words carefully. "I thought that doing all this...it would take away a little of the pain of my babies not being here anymore. It didn't though. It just...it made it a little worse." Dean and Sam should be here. She didn't expect them to do anything for her, but she wanted their company.